Well, I'm afraid of that pictureFrom 1989Faded colors and worn out textureFrom 1989Well, I've been young and I've been stupidBut it's left behindI regret the things that I didAnd I feel fineWe can't go on like thisDon't go on yourself like thisWe can't go on like it's1989Let's go back, I'll be your angelI'll make a deal with timeBut I don't know if that would change youOr give you peace of mind1989,1989,1989,19891989,1989,1989,1989We can't go on, we've gotta move onWe've gotta move on nowWe can't go on, we've gotta move onWe've gotta move on now